no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
My girlfriend was pissed, so if I had to guess, i'd say I had a GREAT time last night
did anyone else see me puking into my coat sleeve?
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
You were walking around in your swim suit, an open robe, snow boots and a death grip on that handel of captain morgan.
We got caught having sex in the bathroom by my professor. In accordance with tradition, we still brofisted. I think my grade went up considerably.
One good thing out of all this is her ass is huge. Like Australia Big.
I think the last straw was when you put on ice skates to go across the waxed wooden floor.
Not even joking, someone broke into the house to watch porn. The cops are on the way.
No one parties "Full Karen". She once broke a couple up at the bar, ate the girl out in the bathroom and took the guy home.
Our sibling relationship has really blossomed into a wonderful mutual acceptance of sluttyness
I just want to trace his tattoos with my tongue
Dont be alarmed when you come homeand see a guy handcuffed to your bed. His name is james. Ill uncuff him when I get home
I don't know what to say to you.
I don't know what I said to you. Start with that.
I left my Bacardi and dignity in your freezer. Will come get it later.
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